Aye, man
Boom bap, bappity, boom-
Punchline after punchline
I came up ducking one time
Now they copping all my shit
The irony is dumb, huh?
Genius-idiot, Nem'nem affiliate
Blacking out like I need some sunshine
My aura is electric (Soulo)
I'm abnormally eclectic (Soulo)
Disorderly, informally, accordingly, the bestest (Soulo)
The most dope, I mean, I'm Mr. McCormick resurrected
An expert under pressure, next to norepinephrine (Pssh)
The vernacular is spectacular, but they ain't jacking that
They'd rather masturbate
I'm in the master class you have to pass after you graduate
And meet the criteria, you actually can't
It's a cold game, like sports in Siberia!
I'm with big dick Doechii, and Soul is so progressive
I ain't gon' even play pause, all this censorship's so depressing
But anyway, I grab the Mac and buck in ears like Tampa Bay
That's how dangerous my words'll play
The gun is tucked, my tongue is the weapon
Bag back, bitch, where's your vertebrae?
Is you slithering or stepping?
Matter fact, shit, where the lyricists?
I'm the illest, you n*ggas is just congested (P.S.)
I'm treating your missus' mouth like the pediatrics, I'm really bat-shit
Crazier and crazier and crazier!
Wait, I just needed a moment to vent
The moral of the story is
(I gave my soul to this shit)
READ MORE ABOUT AB-SOUL
